In Love with the Alpha’s Daughter

The grand hall of the Green Moon Pack was alive with celebration, but Lina felt nothing but suffocation. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat, burning wood, and the lingering musk of wolves in their human forms. Laughter and chatter filled the space, but to her, it was just noise—another reminder of the life she had no control over. Seated beside Dane at the long banquet table, she pushed her food around her plate, ignoring the affectionate glances he occasionally threw her way. Three months into their mating, and she still felt like a stranger in her own body. She had been raised to believe that mates were sacred, a gift from the Moon Goddess. But her union with Dane was nothing more than an alliance between her father, Alpha Jackson, and his lifelong friend, Alpha Zack. “Lina.” Dane’s voice was calm, yet commanding. She looked up, realizing too late that he had been speaking to her. The table had fallen silent, eyes now watching her expectantly. “You’re distracte

The sun had barely begun to rise when Lina slipped out of bed. The large chamber she shared with Dane felt suffocating, despite the luxury draped over every surface. Silken sheets, carved wooden furniture, and gold-trimmed mirrors—everything screamed royalty, yet she had never felt more trapped. Dane stirred beside her, his breathing steady, oblivious to the turmoil inside her. She had perfected the art of pretending, smiling at him when required, nodding when spoken to. But beneath it all, she longed for an escape she could never take. She wrapped a cloak around her shoulders and padded toward the balcony. Outside, the Green Moon Pack stretched before her—strong, thriving, everything a pack was meant to be. Wolves trained in the courtyard below, their grunts and shouts echoing in the crisp morning air. She should feel pride. She should feel safe. Instead, all she felt was exhaustion. A knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She turned just as it creaked open, revea

The night after the gathering, Louis lay on the thin mattress in his cramped quarters, staring at the wooden ceiling. Sleep was an elusive thing, slipping through his grasp no matter how exhausted he felt. His ribs still ached from Dane’s casual punishments, and his mind was restless. Zack had noticed him. Why? Alphas didn’t concern themselves with omegas—unless they had a reason. That thought unsettled him more than anything else. Zack was a ruthless leader, feared even among his own men. If he had taken an interest in Louis, it wasn’t for anything good. He turned onto his side, curling in on himself. The room smelled of damp wood and the faint scent of blood—his own, dried into the blankets. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. Tomorrow would be the same as every other day. Serve, obey, endure. If he was lucky, he would remain invisible. --- The morning came too quickly. Louis was up before the sun, as always. His tasks were the same—cleaning, pre

Lina sat by the large window in her chamber, staring out at the vast lands of the Midnight Pack. The sky outside was awash in fading hues of gold and crimson, the setting sun casting long shadows across the treetops. A cool breeze rustled the curtains, carrying with it the distant howls of wolves preparing for the night. But Lina wasn’t listening. She was **thinking**. She had always known this day would come—**the day she was told to accept her fate.** Her father, **Alpha Jackson**, had made it clear since her youth that she was not like the others. She was not a warrior, not a rogue, not even a beta with some semblance of choice. She was a daughter of the Alpha, a princess in a kingdom ruled by dominance and blood. And more than that—**she was already claimed.** A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. Dane. Her **mate.** Her **bond.** The name alone made her stomach twist in ways she did not understand—part instinct, part revulsion. The mating bond was sacred

Lina moved swiftly through the dimly lit corridors, her pulse hammering in her ears. The weight of her small travel bag pressed against her back, each step bringing her closer to the forest’s edge—and to freedom. Her hands trembled as she reached for the latch on the back door. **Just a little farther.** The night air was crisp when she slipped outside, the wind carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. A sliver of moonlight illuminated the path ahead, her escape route winding through the dense trees. If she could just make it past the eastern river, she could disappear before anyone noticed she was gone. She took a single step forward— "Lina." The voice was like a blade to her spine, freezing her in place. Slowly, she turned. **Alpha Jackson stood in the shadows, watching her.** Her father’s gaze was unreadable, but the sharpness in his eyes sent a cold wave of fear through her. He wasn’t just angry. **He was disappointed.** For a long moment, silence stretched bet